This story was meant to stand on its own but it jumps right into the action. If you are interested in background information and buildup, or Kurt’s and my first sexual experience together, you might want to click on my author-name and read ‘Volunteer Work’ first. Either way, I hope you enjoy it.
The first night I spent with Kurt, I slept more soundly than I ever had before in sweaty, post-monsoon Calcutta. I was awakened by the wail of the muzzein calling the area’s Muslims to prayer. Kurt’s arm was still wrapped around my waist, as it had been when we’d drifted off to sleep. At this time of night the streets were finally quiet and once the muzzein stopped, all I could hear was the faint sound of a rooster crowing, the droning of the ceiling fan, and Kurt’s soft breathing.
It was the coolest hour of the night, the only part when I ever bothered to cover myself with the sheet. But this time I didn’t bother. Kurt’s body heat was sufficient to ward off any traces of chill; in fact it was more than sufficient. But although my skin was sticky with perspiration where it pressed against Kurt’s, I didn’t want to move. I lay still and savored the slow rhythm of his chest expanding and contracting against my back.
A shiver ran through me as the remembered feeling of Kurt’s cock sliding into me for the first time flashed back through my mind and body. I wiggled deliciously, anticipating experiencing that sensation again and again. I was pleased to feel his body respond to my movements, his cock gradually hardening against my ass.
He stirred slightly. He sighed, tightened his grip on me, and mumbled something unintelligible.
“Are you awake?” I asked.
“Yes, I think so.”
“Good morning.”
“Is it morning?”
“Not really. I heard the muzzein, so it must be around four.”
Kurt peeled his body from mine and slid away from me on the bed so that I could turn over and face him. “Last night was nice,” he said. His brown eyes were only half open. Strands of hair stuck to his cheek, and there was a crease from the pillowcase pressed into his forehead. He looked beautiful to me, and I couldn’t resist kissing his warm lips.
“Just nice?” I teased.
“Okay, it was… very nice.”
I laughed and began to tickle him until he squirmed away from me, laughing too. “I’ll give you ‘very nice!’” I pushed his arms down and straddled him, my thighs squeezing his waist. It wasn’t until I felt his erection hard against me and heard his sudden intake of breath as he looked up at me that I remembered we’d fallen asleep naked. Our laughter died away. Kurt ran his hand up the curve of my waist and brushed a suddenly hard nipple.
“Say something to me in German,” I said.
“Du bist am Morgen schön.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means ‘you are beautiful in the morning.’”
Kurt’s smile was so sincere, his eyes so guileless, that at that moment I felt like there was no reason to be shy with him any more. I leaned down and kissed him.
“It’s not morning yet,” I said.
“No, I guess you are right. Maybe we should go back to sleep.”
My fingers danced up and down his smooth chest. “Is that what you really want?”
“No,” he said, simply.
This time I didn’t feel the need for any preliminaries. My body was warm and relaxed from sleep and I was wet and ready for Kurt. I took a condom from the bedside table and scooted back so I could roll it onto him.
I lifted up, and with a little manual guidance, slowly impaled myself on Kurt’s rigid cock. He tensed, barely perceptibly, and his eyes closed momentarily. I rocked back and forth, building up momentum only very gradually. Kurt moved his hips under me, matching my rhythm, his hands on my waist and his eyes wandering up and down my body. My hair swung back and forth, wisping softly against my face and tickling my back. Sweat broke out on my skin and my hair stuck to my neck.
Even after our speed increased, and even after Kurt began to rub my clitoris as I moved on top of him, we were quiet. It didn’t seem right to disturb the pre-dawn peace. The only sound in the room was our harsh breathing and the slippery, slapping noises of skin on skin. When I came, the orgasm crackled through me sharply, like an electric shock. With my mouth pressed shut against a sudden urge to scream, my back arched and my head flew back, my fingers dug into his thighs. Almost immediately, his body jerked under mine and he thrust up and into me, letting out a long, barely audible moan.
I stayed where I was for a moment and we watched each other as our breathing slowly returned to normal. Finally I pulled away, grabbed some tissues and cleaned him up. We lay beside each other in a comfortable silence. Just before we fell asleep again, Kurt reached over and twined his fingers with mine.
When I woke up again, we were lying in a pool of thin morning sun and the silence had been replaced by the sound of rattling rickshaw wheels. I had a long forgotten first day of summer vacation feeling, all delicious anticipation of long, hot days of possibility and simple joys.
“Breakfast?” I asked. “I’m starving.”
